I lost my wedding ring
I lost my wedding ring.
Does that make me a bad wife? I'm really hard on my ring. I have bent it three different times. After the third time, I took it off. In order to keep it safe I put it in a cup. Maybe that doesn't sound safe. But I knew where it was and my kids couldn't reach the cup.
Or so I thought...
I came in the living room one day, several months ago to find the cup sitting on an end table in the living room... empty.
I'm not sure there was an appropriate expletive for how I was feeling at that moment.
I was sick. I basically had to turn my back and walk away. If I didn't, someone was going to get hurt. And I didn't figured it mattered too much who it was. In my mind, everyone in that house was responsible for the missing ring.
It still has not been found and today I really missed having it. It made me miss Derick! He picked out the ring all by himself, before he was even sure I would say yes to his proposal. I loved it! It showed me how well he knew me and my tastes, even early in our relationship.
So, here's a picture of the ring.
I'm going to search again tomorrow. Christian said he would help me. If you think about it, could you pray that I find it? God cares about the little things in our lives as well as the big things. And I really miss wearing it!
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